As the waking world

Stands open and apart

I can see through the years

Of working wonder's art

Bright eyes widened

Shock and awe consume

In all life's little mysteries

Exsistance still resumes

If losing yourself

Is the only way out

You can find solace

Hidden behind the doubt

That hides inside the soul

And mangles up the heart

Perpetuates the cycle

Of working wonder's art